Across the Morrich More,
grey, the fog rolls in.
What an eerie sorrow you send.
Gone, the dunes and grasslands,
the sand and mud flats, too -
how quick the tricking mystery descends.
How grey the fog rolls in, today.
How grey the fog rolls in.
First, my far off future
disappears from sight.
I’m fearful when I cannot see the present.
Listen how the Gizzen Briggs
begins to murmur whispers.
Sinking sands, calling out their torment.
How grey the fog rolls in, today.
How grey the fog rolls in.
The Alexandra bridge,
lost, deep within thick cloud.
Lord, send a guiding light from up above us.
I'm a traveller, gone astray
the fog's concealed my trust.
Oh wrap me in the sanctuary of Duthus.
How grey the fog rolls in, today.
How grey the fog rolls in.
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